Nostalgia in blue

Nostalgia is found in Phineas and Ferb Singing songs with popsicles melting on the curb Summer days turned to nights with the jokes we’ve all heard In the tower with the nest listening for the baby bird The tower that was built by the greatest man in the city With some help here and there from Dad’s uncle Eddy On top of that tower I could see the whole town Or at least more of Springfield than I could see from the ground It was the most fun unless the slip ‘n’ slide was out Because that’s greatest invention of the time without a doubt I also loved sprinklers and drawing on the sidewalk Except it made me really sad when dad ran over my chalk But it was still very colorful until it washed down in the drain Well, everything seemed colorful at least in the memories that remain But maybe it’s all misconstrued maybe my life was just plain Was my backyard castle thirty feet high because now that just seems insane Was my very young stage perfect? No, I remember earning some spanks But I also recall how Mom and Dad would remind me that they too felt the pains. But there would seem to be no reason for all of these memories Especially the niche ones like the Eggless Club or my fear of Toy Story 3 But there are some things that I wish I could keep Like my Papa’s scarred hand that I held as I fell asleep Or the look on Meemaw’s face when we made Flat Malcolm that one week Or the smell of Papa’s closet from when we would play hide and seek. But all of these things are things I can’t do anymore But are they only great because they’ll stay in past forevermore If so, what can I do now, that I’ll miss when it can’t be done? If so, what can I do now that I will want to teach my son? Am I being someone now that I’ll be proud to say was me? Or is there too much lost now that I cannot even see? I guess I’ve got to face the fact That I’m so young I’m still in my past So there’s no reason I should act Like I’m old and like I’m at the last Of all my years which weren’t all bad Minus the surgeries and the casts I mean, I still have yet to break a bone Right now I’m just too addicted to my phone So while it’s good sometimes to look back There’s still much more ahead to unpack But here’s a picture through my rear view Wild stories, there’s some but pretty few I’ve got a great family, with God’s help we try our best And I know it’s too cliche to even say but I truly have been blessed. I mean, I still have yet to break a bone Right now I’m just too addicted to my phone So while it’s good sometimes to look back There’s still much more ahead to unpack But here’s a picture through my rear view Wild stories, there’s some but pretty few I’ve got a great family, with God’s help we try our best And I know it’s too cliche to even say but I truly have been blessed.